Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.